Showing posts with label dog characters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dog characters. Show all posts

Thursday, May 15, 2014

What Does Author Do with 27 Dogs? Write About Them, of Course! Hounded by David Rosenfelt Coming in July!

I wake up at six-thirty, because I hear noise
in the house.
As I get up, I remember about Ricky, and that
fact that he's in the room next door. Somehow
I had forgotten all about it during my sleep, but
it comes flooding back to me.
Laurie is not in bed; she must have gotten up
without my realizing it. That's fairly unusual;
typically I get up first, bring us both coffee, and
then take Tara for a walk. I've got a feeling we're
about to enter a period in which nothing is typical
~~~. 
Everybody probably knows that if this series included cat characters, I would have already known about it... So when Amazon Vine offered this novel, I quickly took it to see what was up with the canine cops...LOL

Actually, in this novel, they weren't main characters and I don't know whether that is the case for the entire series. Still, I enjoyed meeting the two animal friends that gave support to the human characters!  Andy Carpenter is the main character of the series. He's a lawyer that is certainly faced with an unknown experience in Hounded, which is coming in July. In fact, he's confronted with a case that he would have preferred never having to deal with as well. The two events makes this a story that I highly recommend. It easily stands alone, and there is not much tying to previous books, other than a couple of characters...

The story begins when a friend and officer, Pete Stanton, calls him to come quickly--and to bring his girlfriend, Laurie Collins. They have been called to a crime scene!


Actually, it's not the normal reason for going to a crime scene...and when they leave, there is a young boy and a dog with them...




Hounded
By David Rosenfelt 

"Is anyone trying to find his stepmother?"
Once you know there is a young boy, whose Dad has been killed, and there's also a couple of dogs living there, you can guess the slow development of relationships between the new, five, house occupants...so I'm not going to cover any of that other than to say, it is a fun and heartwarming sub-plot that readers will enjoy! Tara quickly accepted Ricky into his home and Sebastian was willing to share his master, so they soon were totally involved...LOL 

I follow the sounds, which now seem to be muffled laughter, to the den and look in. Tara and Sebastian are on the couch, and I can make out a human hand ande bare foot under them. They are smothering Ricky, and based on the sound, he is loving it.
Where's Ricky?" Laurie asks, to no one in particular. Then, when she sees me walk in, she smoothly switches that to, "Andy, where's Ricky?"
"I don't know," I say. "Maybe we should ask Tara or Sebastian."
Laurie asks them the question, but they don't seem inclined to respond. Finally, Ricky's head peers out from under them.
"There he is!" Laurie yells in mock surprise...

Pete Stanton, the police office who had originally called Andy has now officially been handed the murder case of Ricky's father. Andy had noticed that Ricky called Pete "uncle" and immediately started wondering what kind of relationship he had with the family

Unbelievably, the table turns and Pete is being considered a "person of interest" and is soon arrested... Not knowing who is trying to set him up, Pete, now, must also seek help from Andy on behalf of himself... Andy has no problem saying yes, even knowing that Pete will not have the money to pay him anything... And, later, when Andy does convince the court that he should be allowed to obtain bail, it is Andy who puts up the amount due...

Then he brings in his own motley crew and begins the investigation with checking on who, from Pete's case files, would be looking for payback...then goes on from there, with even Pete who has been confined to his home with a ankle lock, working as much as he can to help build his defense case...

Because the Prosecutor's case is based on much forensics evidence that has been collected and then a search of his home turned up about $100,000 street value in drugs!
The discovery information tells us some of what we're up against.
But it also says something far more revealing. Pete isn't just an innocent man wrongly accused.
He is an innocent man wrongly accused because someone specifically set it up that way.
If Pete is not guilty of the murder, which is something I am positive about, then he's been set up to take the fall. The gloves hidden in his car make that an absolute fact: they had to have been planted there, with the gunpowder residue on them...
On the one hand, this is very bad news, in that it means we're up against a smart, determined enemy, in addition to the prosecution. But it also presents an opportunity, in that the conspirators must have a reason for doing what they're doing to Pete. So we can search for them, and we can also search for that reason. If we achieve either goal, we win.
~~~

What is most frustrating for Andy is that every time he gets a handle on somebody that can help his case, they die. Now somebody having a heart attack is normal but when it starts to be that everybody associated with one criminal case are having heart attacks...there's probably something afoot, right?! And when you add the amounts of money that have already been spent to convict the individual who has been set up, then you know that something major and somebody very important is behind it all!

This is a case where something developed for the good of man has been turned into a criminal tool--nothing new, right? But it does create an intense, detailed case that requires that every possible corner be turned before things begin to make sense...

While that is happening, I enjoyed the humor of Andy's crew as they worked together, as well, as his internal thoughts as he considered how to deal with a young boy who is now living in his home as part of a family that has doubled quickly...Andy in court is also a cool defender of the law. He's quick to pull out ideas from what is being said, so that he can cast doubt on behalf of his client. I loved his work during Pete's trial...

Actually, I loved the whole book--its characters, the story, and the intensive work from a defense lawyer who has the toughest case possible--one where he can't win!

Legal thriller fans--Don't miss this one! Dog fans, kinda cute, though the dogs are not involved as they could have been...like taking them on investigations...LOL In any event, I think this one is definitely worth your time! Please check it out! Recommended by both Tara and Sebastian! 
And certainly not going to tell you how it ends...but I will share 
that Sebastian is verrrrry happy I (although I'm not soo sure about Tara)!









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About this author


I am a novelist with 27 dogs. I have gotten to this dubious position with absolutely no planning, and at no stage in my life could I have predicted it. But here I am.

My childhood was relentlessly normal. The middle of three brothers, loving parents, a middle-class home in Paterson, New Jersey. We played sports, studied sporadically. laughed around the dinner table, and generally had a good time. By comparison, "Ozzie and Harriet's" clan seemed bizarre.

I graduated NYU, then decided to go into the movie business. I was stunningly brilliant at a job interview with my uncle, who was President of United Artists, and was immediately hired. It set me off on a climb up the executive ladder, culminating in my becoming President of Marketing for Tri-Star Pictures. The movie landscape is filled with the movies I buried; for every "Rambo", "The Natural" and "Rocky", there are countless disasters.

I did manage to find the time to marry and have two children, both of whom are doing very well, and fortunately neither have inherited my eccentricities.

A number of years ago, I left the movie marketing business, to the sustained applause of hundreds of disgruntled producers and directors. I decided to try my hand at writing. I wrote and sold a bunch of feature films, none of which ever came close to being actually filmed, and then a bunch of TV movies, some of which actually made it to the small screen. It's safe to say that their impact on the American cultural scene has been minimal.

About fourteen years ago, my wife and I started the Tara Foundation, named in honor of the greatest Golden Retriever the world has ever known. We rescued almost 4,000 dogs, many of them Goldens, and found them loving homes. Our own home quickly became a sanctuary for those dogs that we rescued that were too old or sickly to be wanted by others. They surround me as I write this. It's total lunacy, but it works, and they are a happy, safe group. http://us.macmillan.com/author/davidr
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Saturday, June 9, 2012

The Nose Knows - Fantastic Debut for Holly Lewitas!

@HollyLewitas





The Nose Knows:
  A Spunky Mystery


By Holly L. Lewitas




I like mysteries and enjoy the variety when an animal is involved...so I immediately chose to read about Spunky! Then I received a pleasant surprise when our other animal characters were cats! Some of you may have read that I collect cat mystery books...so Holly Lewitas will be slid in along with Lillian Braun, Rita Mae Brown, et. al., That is, as long as her cats--Fearless, Bobby, Sweetie and Fancy Pants--continue in the series! LOL... Just kidding! I loved Spunky's debut book! Click to his site to read his short welcome...and more!

Our Site!


Our Mom is Dr. Hannah Richards, a psychologist...well, at least she did have a practice until one of her patients took her hostage years ago. Talk about PTSD! She had to stop working! So all of us take special care of her, especially when strangers are around. You see, her husband died so she lives alone except for us!

But now she has to go back to work! And that was a scary thought for her!

So, being the up-to-date Mom that she is, she fixed it so that she could "meet" her clients via computers! How cool! And when the clients sign in, they think she is in the next office, but she's really at home...and all of us surround her as she works!

She's been doing much better with this and has gained the confidence (and computer expertise) to develop an online group session. You'll meet some of her clients, but if you do, you have to promise confidentiality, just like we do, not to tell anybody about any of those in the group! OK?

Now those of you who routinely use computers probably know what happened next! A Hacker!

All of a sudden, Mom was no longer in control of her group, somebody was listening and tracking!

Well, we really had no choice--we ALL had to start a regular protection detail of our Mom... And as we did, slowly, we saw things that needed attention and worked as hard as we could to let Mom know!

And, of course, we succeeded...but...to know "how"? Well, here's hoping you'll buy the book with my handsome picture on the cover!

Ahhh, excuse me now, my friends are already taking their nap, and [yawn] boy, I need to catch up!




Well, when Spunky asked to have the opportunity to meet the readers at Book Reader's Heaven, I didn't know that he was going to practically tell the whole story that I normally would have shared--but I think he did a good job of letting you know that it is Spunky and his friends that truly solve the case and save Mom from again being hurt... Of course there was quite a bit of human intervention involved, including the group members who felt they had been violated as well--so joined in to meet publicly and to make sure that hacker/criminal was caught.


Pets are wonderful to live with--but when you can also find them in a cozy animal mystery--well, you just have to be the type of individual who loves what they love! Like me, of course! If you are, then you won't want to miss The Nose Knows by Holly Lewitas! Highly recommended, especially if you love animals!




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Holly L. Lewitas is a registered nurse. She has held management positions in psychiatry, developmental disabilities, and home health care. For over a decade, she and her husband, Alvin, ran their own home health agency in Chicago. Now a widow, she lives in Alabama, surrounded by her rescued critters--the stars of The Nose Knows. Holly is busy finishing the next book in the Spunky Mystery series.










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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Rogue Island Due Out Tuesday!!!!

Crime Dog


Posted on August 12, 2010 by Bruce DeSilva

Say Hello to Brady. He’s a pure-bred Bernese Mountain Dog, and he turns one year old this week. When we got him, he was eight weeks old and about the size of a loaf of pumpernickel. Now he’s a hundred and ten pounds and still growing.

From the moment I laid eyes on him, he had my heart. And now he’s sneaked into the crime novel I’m writing.

It happened when my protagonist, an investigative reporter named Mulligan, was trying to figure out how to introduce himself to Peggy, a perky young secretary who works for a guy Mulligan thinks is up to no good. As a former investigative reporter myself, I knew that when you can’t get the goods on someone the easy way–from the cops or from documents–the best sources of information are ex-wives and disgruntled employees. Mulligan didn’t know if Peggy was disgruntled, but he was determined to find out.

So he was hanging around outside her apartment building in Providence, R.I. one afternoon, trying to decide what to say when he knocked on her door. Suddenly the door swung open and out stepped Peggy with a dog on a leash. At first, it was a small dog, so Mulligan bent down to pet it. Then I looked at Brady, who was sitting on my feet as I wrote, and had a better idea. I deleted the paragraph and started again.

This time the apartment door flew open and an enormous Bernese Mountain Dog burst out, dragging the perky young blonde down the steps. The dog was just a pup, maybe nine months old, but he was already closing in on a hundred pounds. He took one look at Mulligan and bolted straight for him. Peggy shouted “Brady, no!” but Brady wasn’t listening. He kept coming, ears and big pink tongue flopping. She outweighed him, but not by much, and he was a lot stronger. He dragged her right to Mulligan. Good doggie. Mulligan squatted on his heels to meet him. The dog draped his front paws over the reporter’s shoulders and worked that tongue in his ear. “Brady!” Peggy said again, and tugged on the leash with no discernible effect. “He can’t help himself,” Mulligan said. “Dogs and women love me.” The perfect introduction.

Rogue IslandSince the real Brady came to live with me, he’s helped me with a lot of things. He’s great company when my wife is on the road. He’s brought joy to our 15-year-old girl. He sniffed out a box turtle that became a welcome guest in our house for a week before we released him into the wild. Brady gets me up from the computer to take him on walks, exercise we both badly need. I’d tell you that he is a great chick magnet if I weren’t worried that my wife might read this. And now he’s helping me write the sequel to “Rogue Island” (Forge, Oct. 12).
I’ve lived with dogs most of my life. On my fourth birthday, my father surprised me with a little black mutt that I ingeniously named Blackie. He was a terror. Snarled at visitors. Killed and ate our neighbor’s chickens. Chased cars, getting sideswiped by tires. And died in his sleep at the age of 17.

Later, I raised Border Collies. Our Sadie, progeny of Scottish champions, had great litters. Some of her pups went on to become obedience champions, and one ended up making commercials in Hollywood. I kept two of Sadie’s pups, Poco and Panda. Mama and the pups were all smart (everything you have heard about the breed is true), but Poco was a genius among dogs. When I trimmed the hedge, she’d try to help by jumping up and tearing at the branches. When I picked strawberries in our garden, she’d pluck them with her mouth and drop them in my basket. When I husked corn, she’d grab an ear, brace it with her front paws, and tear the husks away with her teeth. Anything to lend a hand.

Back then, I was working out of my house in Massachusetts, covering eastern and northern New England for a newspaper in another state. I was one of those writers who needed to read his stories out loud to someone so I could hear how the words sounded when they came out of my mouth. But often I was alone at home with the dogs. So I’d call Poco and say, “sit.” Poco would sit. I’d say, “stay,” and Poco would stay. Then I’d read my story to her, and Poco would listen to my voice, cocking her head as if she were fascinated by every line. For a while there, I was worried I might have to save for her college tuition.
Twelve years ago, I moved into an apartment that didn’t allow pets and stayed there for ten years. Boy did I miss having a dog. So last summer, after we bought a house in a nice suburban town in New Jersey, the very next thing we got for ourselves was Brady.

You can learn a lot about people by how they treat dogs. The same goes for fictional characters.
So when I started writing my first crime novel, “Rogue Island,” dogs inevitably worked their way into the story. In that book, Mulligan pines for Rewrite, the Portuguese Water Dog his harpy of an ex-wife doesn’t care for but keeps out of spite. And a mutt named Sassy, looking like a cross between a German Shepard and a Humvee, figures significantly into one of the sub-plots. Rewrite reappears in the last lines of the book–lines that Ken Bruen, Irish master of noir, calls “as callous as I ever read, and perfectly fitting.”

In the sequel I’m writing now, tentatively titled “Cliff Walk,” an aging bookie named Zerilli adopts a big mutt from the pound.
“Got a name for him yet?” Mulligan asks.

“Calling him Shortstop.”

“How come?”

“‘Cause Centerfielder’s a stupid fuckin’ name.”

Zerilli got the dog to guard his place at night, but it’s not working. The dog loves everybody. Mulligan almost asks if Zerilli is going to keep the dog, but from the way the bookmaker’s fingers are working behind the dog’s ears, he already has his answer.

And the reader has learned something important about Zerilli.

I could tell you more about all this, but Brady is tugging at my pants leg. It’s time to go for a walk.